the lived life is living death - tinsel hats

[wormwood.]

As Feza echoed his own words right back at him, Wormwood was suddenly struck by just how incredibly harsh he had been with the snow leopard before. His golden ears stapled down against his head as she began to ramble on, her words filling with fear and distraught that he wasn't sure he could echo even during his worst times, except perhaps when he had been a cub. He hadn't meant to fuck her up so irreversibly, he had just wanted to show her that what she had been doing was wrong. Sure, perhaps he had been a bit cruel about it, but he had been... incredibly frustrated at the time, and so his usual words had come out like barbed daggers, as if he was trying to kill Feza with the very words that rolled off his tongue – even though that was certainly a bad way to think of it considering Feza's current thoughts, even if he was unaware of them. Still, even though he had preached to Feza with such vitriol and venom, he would never actually hurt her. Hell, he would never hurt a clanmate in general, and as upsetting as Feza could end up being, he would never hurt her physically – despite the fact he had unintentionally hurt her so emotionally.

Digging his claws into the earth beneath him in order to settle himself, the lion shook his head and hesitated for a moment, not entirely sure if he could actually convince Feza that he wasn't a threat to her. He looked down for a long moment, his muzzle brushing against the dirt beneath him, before he rose it back up and said firmly, a frown upon his face, "Feza... I know that I haven't exactly been kind to you before, but that doesn't mean I want you to entirely stop everything you do. I just... I want you to think a little bit before you do things. Like... ask people, before you do things. Some people don't want giant loud wind chimes outside their doors, some people don't want you to do a kazoo class at 4 am. And it's not just me. You can still do stuff like this, you just have to ask before you put a wind chime up. Ask the people in town before you do a class at 4 am, alright? You don't have to stop cheering people up, you just need to be more considerate. I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I've never wanted to hurt you. You just... it's annoying, when you do things without asking anybody." He tried to explain as straightforward as he could without sounding cruel, hoping that his deep voice didn't unintentionally come off as too hostile to her ears. He was being entirely honest in what he was saying: he would be fine with Feza's antics if she would just put a bit more consideration into what she was doing.

Turning his attention to what activity it was that she was actually doing, Wormwood rumbled as he gently poked at one of the tinsel hats with his paw, "For example, these tinsel hats aren't actually that annoying. Hell, they don't even make any noise. But you should still ask people before you just go around dropping them on people's heads. It just takes a bit of consideration... and I need to use a bit of consideration on my part as well. I promise I'll try not to get so frustrated and yell at you if you try and ask a little bit more... alright?" The lion asked softly, looking up to meet Feza's gaze as he held out a paw to her. The box thing was still pretty damn concerning, but considering that some people worshipped some really weird things, and he honestly didn't believe in any of it, but he wasn't about to question it any further. He certainly wasn't going to worship any box overlords any time soon, but he didn't want to upset her any further than she already was. He glanced over at Leroy for any sort of assistance, but honestly he doubted the proxy had any more of an idea of what to do than he did.

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